Back Together ~ pt 2

❤︎︎ Seventeen ❤︎︎

Time was honestly going by so quickly. I don't really remember anything that happened between being 16 weeks and being 30 weeks pregnant. Besides Lando getting really excited about me being 20 weeks and being halfway through the pregnancy. I was 30 weeks and I was at the Canadian GP. It was actually getting exhausting going to races. I knew I couldn't go to any after 35 weeks due to certain rules about pregnancies and flying. I was sleeping on the couch in his driver room and when he finished the race he came into his driver room.

"Hey, love" he said while stroking my hair

"hey, baby..."

"How you feeling?" He said while rubbing my bump

"I feel like I'm in my first trimester again... I've thrown up a couple times while you were in the race..."

"I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have made you come if it was too much for you," he said softly. "You can stop going to races for a while until after the baby comes. I can go to races on my own if I need to"

"I'm probably gonna stop coming to your races and just stay home when i hit 35 weeks because your not meant to fly after then until you've had baby and I'm probably not gonna come to races for the rest of the season because baby girl will be too little... but she'll be about 7 months then so she'll be a lot older"

"Alright, love. We'll take it slow for now. And don't worry about the races; I'll be sure to bring home plenty of wins for our little family"

"I promise I'll watch every single race from home and I'll call you every time. baby girl is just constantly making me feel sick and lightheaded at the moment"

"Don't worry, love. We'll get through this together. And once the baby comes, we can focus on our family and not worry about anything else"

"I hate being pregnant now... I just want this to be over and done with"

"I know, love. But remember, once this is over, you'll have our beautiful little girl in your arms. And everything will be worth it"

"I don't even know if this was a good idea... are we ready to be parents...?"

"Yes, we are. We've prepared as much as we can, and we've got each other. Plus, our little one seems to be kicking and growing strong. Now, do you want anything to eat?" He said and I nodded.

"Yeah... can you get me some KFC but can you also make that special sauce. The one that has mayo, ketchup, Worcestershire sauce, black pepper, salt and a bit of mustard?"

"So basically Raising Canes sauce?"

"Yeah. But like it has to specifically be KFC chicken so just make the sauce"

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll be back. I love you"

"I love you too" I said. He came back with the food and I dived into it. Our baby girl was making me hungry all the time

"Is Grace having any crazy cravings?" He asked

"She's got 2 main ones. Pringles dipped in ketchup and McDonald's fries but dipped in McFlurry and Frappe"

"The Pringles one is just ew"

"Yeah but you say that about my daily tuna sandwich with shit tons of mayo"

"Yeah because fish tastes like shit"

"You're just fussy"